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Buttons & Buttons & Buttons.


Today, whilst walking around my lovely town, I decided to pay a visit to be library. It has two certain sections which they usually devote to artistry. One in it's own room, the other, in the main library. It's quite nice. It's exhibition today was that of hanging buttons; beautiful, random buttons. I adored it. I even wrote a little note to congratulate the artist on their work. I told them that I would love it more if it were stuck to my roof.


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Also, I took some photos. Today, and yesterday.





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